As The World Caves In (Dark Billdip Fanfic)

A PineTree Can Provide Help

Hello?....

P

Ple

Please!

Help!!

I-

Im-

Sor

Help me!!

Hello???

PINETREE?!

"GAHH!!" Dipper gasped and sat up in bed, sweat dripping off his body and drenching his bed. Clearing his throat, a hand rubbing at his face, Dipper shakingly looked around his bedroom. No one. Just a nightmare.

Dipper sighed in relief and swung his feet over the side of the bed, glancing at his bedside table to check the time. "Ugh... 3 in the morning, really?..." He groaned and flopped back in his bed, legs still dangling off. He never really did get tall enough to touch the floor with his feet while on his bed, though if he tried hard enough, a toe could graze the carpet.

Hello?..

Dipper gasped and tensed, glancing around the room carefully. It was dark, and that made it so much worse. "Uh.. U-um hello?.." His voice trembled, confusion rising. It sounded as if someone called out for him but... It was almost as if it was... In his head.

Hello.

"Shit!" He yelped, jumping up off his bed, up on his feet. Pulling a blanket around his waist to hide his nudity, Dipper slowly walked himself to the center of his room, panting in fear.

"Okay, now I know Im not dreaming! Wh-where are you?!"

Pine

Dipper growled, pulling the blanket up further around his body, covering his torso. Being nude while potentially dealing with a murderer wasn't exactly ideal.

"I swear to fuckin god, I must be going crazy. It sounds like you're in my... My" eyes wide, he stared into the full body mirror in fear. "My head.."

Great, he was going crazy. Dipper slowly approached the mirror, glaring at it as if something would jump out and attack him. Maybe it was a ghost, he had seen those plenty of times, if it was he hoped it was a nice one; hell even a sad depressing one would be fine.

Not quite knowing why he slowly raised his hand and gently placed it against the glass, stilling staring closely. Something was... Familiar?

Of course it was familiar, it was his own face, but something about it was different. Wrong even.

He slowly ran his finger across the glass and raised a brow at the little tingling feeling he felt, like touching one of those cool little glass balls of electricity.

"So... Are you... A ghost?" Dipper asked softly, watching his fingers reflect back and follow his movement. Is my mirror haunted? It hasn't seemed like it since I got it... Dipper thought to himself

"If so, I can hel-" his voice came to a screeching halt as suddenly his reflection changed. Four little black fingers replaced his in the mirror and a thin black arm went up to a pale yellow side. Dipper looked up further and nearly threw up at who he saw

"B.... BILL?!"

One single big eye once closed now opened, staring back with black nothingness, Bill's pupil taking over the rest of the yellow-ish white.

Dipper didn't know what to say

So he screamed.

And found that he couldn't pull away as Bill somehow grabbed his hand through the glass, the whole mirror suddenly bursting with blue light.

HELP ME DIPPER!!

The voice, Bill's voice, echoed in Dipper's brain like a megaphone put straight into each ear causing him to yell in agonizing pain. It felt as if his own brain was on fire, his head surely was gonna burst.

Dipper wanted it to stop, it hurt! He'd do anything to make it go away, to stop the pain.

DEAL!

Bill's voice rang out again and suddenly the room was hot and painful, white noise everywhere, Dipper couldn't even hear his own screams.

And then it all stopped.

The last thing Dipper remembered before passing out was a very soft, pathetic voice sobbing out quietly

"thank you Pinetree "